Popping sugar cubes

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Eden Wood got full marks in her GCSE English Lit coursework but her English Language speech grades suffered because she is invisible to the naked eye. These poems are her first contact with the human race.
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pour the milk methodically,untie all my balloonsin bunches periodically,and bring me silver spoonsfor when i'm free to mix my teawith sugar (just a sprinkling)-on that same day they all will saythey didn't have an inkling,that for my latex splendouri had quietly been deflating,my sugar swapped with splenda,i had anxiously been waitingto burst, to pop, for time to stopmy insides poured away,an empty cup. or be filled upwith helium, and, hey!to be released and find my peaceamidst the clouds and bubbles,taking flight and, out of sight,forgetting all my troubles.hide depression, good impression,pretend i'm hale and hearty.i'm still confined by weights of mind,a highly strung tea party.

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